Mine would be any Monday of my childhood. Before I realised - or picked up - that Mondays weren’t “supposed to be good”. Mondays signified my Dad’s singular day off from work in the week and I never want to forget the feeling of coming home from school and seeing Dad at home in his casual gear. Oftentimes with our pool table set up and with my little brother playing dragons and dungeons underneath it, then I’d sit underneath with a borrowed book from the school library or make Dad let me sit ON the pool table until Mum called us all for dinner.
Oh late Monday afternoon and evening nostalgia, before everyone told me not to enjoy Mondays. That’s the memory I’d never want to lose.
How about you?